
Mated To A Mafia Boss
paulgracyyy2017 · Ongoing · 53.8k Words
Introduction
But as their icy relationship thaws, Mia's world is turned upside down when she undergoes a shocking transformation—she’s a werewolf, the daughter of a powerful Alpha with a vendetta against humanity. Her father demands she embrace her heritage, take his place as leader, and honor a sinister betrothal. Yet fate has its own plans: Jasper, the enigmatic man she’s sworn to hate, is her destined mate.
Torn between two worlds, Mia must choose—will she accept her true nature or fight to cling to her humanity? Can Jasper, a man hardened by betrayal, surrender to the idea of being mated to a werewolf? Or will their turbulent pasts and the dangerous forces around them tear them apart forever?
Dive into this gripping tale of love, betrayal, vengeance, and romance where the lines between loyalty and desire blur, and nothing is as it seems.
Chapter 1
"Call my name," I groaned in pleasure as I thrust deeper into the slut beneath me. After masturbating till my cock got hard, I had placed a call to Mona, one of my whore. The ladies —always at my beck and call. My cock was like a balm —soothing and refreshing. Within minutes Mona came running over.
"Jas....per," her voice trailed off as closed her eyes, moaning in pleasure. I thrust deeper into her, grabbing her breast in my mouth and bite down on her nipples.
"I'm going to cummmm," she screamed, her pussy tightening around my cock, then a stream of cum jerked out. I felt the slimy fluid on my cock. But I didn't stop, I push deeper into her, hitting her walls. Her screams filled the entire room. I let out a moan. Gosh her pussy was wet and well shaved, just the way I like them.
I groaned, my body shuddering as pleasure surged through me as I cum. I fell beside her on the bed, both panting. She looked up at me, her lips curling into a smirk. "I love the way you fuck me, Jasper," she said, her voice hoarse. "It's like ....you are born for this."
Of course I am. Burying my head between woman thighs was my best thing to do anytime I'm bored.
"Should we do something fun?" I asked, not bothering to wait for a response. I already knew her answer—anything involving sex always made her happy. "How about you fuck yourself while I watch—"
Then, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
"Jasper..." Jayden’s voice came from the other side, tense and urgent. "There’s an emergency."
Mona huffed, rolling onto her side, clearly as irritated as I was.
"This better be important," I muttered, pushing myself off the bed. I grabbed my clothes, slipping them on hastily before running a hand through my disheveled hair.
"I’ll be back," I told her, not waiting for a response as I strode toward the door, already bracing myself for whatever mess awaited me.
I threw the door open, anger surging through me. "What is it?" I asked, my voice cold.
I yanked the door open, anger surging through me.
"What is it?" I demanded, my voice sharp and cold.
Jayden’s expression was grim, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with something far more serious. "I just got a call," he said, his voice low, tinged with something I rarely heard from him—sadness. "The boss has been poisoned."
For a second, the words didn’t register. Then—
"What?" I roared, my voice echoing through the hallway, louder than I intended. My chest tightened, my pulse hammering in my ears.
Jayden shook his head. "I don’t know, Jasper. He’s at the hospital."
I didn’t wait for more details. My feet were already moving, my body acting on instinct. I shoved past him, my mind racing, my vision blurring with rage.
Mona called after me, but her voice was just noise.
At the hospital bed, my fists clenched as I watched the man who raised me, who had taught me everything I knew struggled for every breath. His skin was pale, tears dripping down from his forehead as the poison ate him away.
He was dying.
Lucas Blackwood —my mentor, my father in every aspect except blood—was fading before my very eyes and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Who did this?" My voice was deadly.
Lucas eyes was sharp and filled with wisdom were now dull, but they still held something—rage.
His lips parted, his breath shallow. "Elias."
I went still.
Elias Russo. His best friend. His brother. The man he had trusted above all others. He had poisoned him?
Something in me snapped, and my heart raced with one ruthless purpose. Elias has made his choice.
Now it's my turn to make mine.
Midnight. Elias Russo mansion.
I moved like a ghost slipping through the estate security like they were nothing. They were not ready for me—no one ever was.
The guards outside never saw me coming. A quick slice of my blade, a muffled choke, and they crumpled to the ground. I stepped over their bodies and entered the house.
The mansion was lavish, but I do not care about the wealth, the opulence. It was all built on betrayal.
Elias had been waiting for me.
He was seated in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand and an amused smirk playing on his lips. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
I said nothing.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “It’s funny, isn’t it? Luca always said you were his greatest student. His greatest weapon.”
I took a step back. The blade in my hand gleamed under the dim light. "Why did you do it?"
Elias chuckled, shaking his head. “Because it was time for him to go.” His voice was cold, detached. “Luca was getting weak. Sentimental. He was holding us back. Someone had to make the hard choice.”
Hard choice?
I felt a storm rising inside me. "And what choice is that?"
"To kill a king another must take over."
His smirk widened. "And it looks like you agree."
I titled my head. "You think I came to take his place."
He stood up now, his movements slow, deliberate. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? You’re here to prove yourself. To show that you’re the one who should lead.”
I said nothing. Then I moved.
The blade was in his throat before he could even blink.
His eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping his lips as blood spilled down his chest. His hands trembled as he clutched at the wound, his whiskey glass slipping from his fingers and shattering against the floor.
I leaned in close, my voice a whisper. "You were wrong."
I twisted the knife. Elias collapsed, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. I wiped the blood off my blade, stepping over his corpse as I made my way to the door.
By morning, the whole city knew.
Lucas Blackwood was dead.
Elias Russo was dead.
And Jasper Blackwood was the new king.
The Mafia boss of the Black Vipers.
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